"In that case, get up." Lin Feng sits on the chair and bows down to the thunder crack and hooks his hand, but it always feels strange. Just now, he was a prince of thousands of gold. In a flash, he became his apprentice and bowed down to himself, which he could not imagine. But on second thought, this may be a means of the other side, so that they can not repent. After all, it's something that has been coveted for thousands of years. It's so easy to get it, so it's reasonable to hold on to it even if you do everything.

thinking of this, Lin Feng is...